Her words are what I’ve wanted to hear all this time. I’ve needed to hear them for so long, but no woman has ever measured to her. Now the woman of my fantasies finally exists. She’s real.
She rips my tie off. “I want to know all the darkest parts of your soul.”
I smile. “You already do.”
She cocks her head to the side and whispers in my ear. “You haven’t found my darkest places yet. So find them.”
Damn, my cock is hard.
I’m the one who is going to need to fucking slow down. I’m still holding her in my arms, and we both grow wild at the same time. She rips off my tie, and I kiss down her neck, hungrily until I reach her cleavage, which is far too exposed in this dress for going in public. I want her to myself. I don’t want to share, even a glimpse of her.
My tie is off, my shirt is unbuttoned, and my cock strains against my zipper about to burst through my pants. I remove the gun from the back of her dress, toss it to the nightstand, and let our bodies fall to the bed. I don’t have any of the dark toys I had before to play with her, but that doesn’t mean this session is going to be light. I don’t know how to go back into the light with her.
Her nails dig into my chest, and I know that she is still in the dark with me. If I don’t tie her up, she’s going to be just as rough with me as I am with her. I welcome it.
Last time, I needed control. This time, I need her with me.
I grab her dress and rip it down the middle, the sparkly sequins scattering to the bed as I rip.
She glares at me. “I loved this dress. Why did you ruin it?”
“Because you can’t wear it in public anymore now. I can’t stand to see other guys looking at you in it.”
She blushes. I think she’s going to scold me. “Are you jealous, Caspian?”
“No, jealous would imply you look at other men in a room. You don’t. I’m infuriated with any man that looks at what’s mine.”
Her eyes darken, her breath catches, and her nipples stand at attention waiting for me. My caveman words turn her on, instead of turning her off.
“Fuck me, Caspian,” she says, growing impatient with our pause.
I grab her legs and pull her cunt to me so I can taste the sweet pleasure I know is dripping there. My tongue darts inside her, and her body sings.
“God!” she moans, unable to even say my name, as I make her body wiggle beneath me.
I smirk, pushing my tongue deeper inside her and bringing her right to the brink. She wants to come so badly, but she also wants what comes next.
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I push her, moving my tongue deeper inside her body as I hit the sweet spot that will make her do anything I want.
She explodes around my tongue.
“Yes, Conti!”
Her screams still me. She’s called me Conti several times before, and every time she does, it reminds me of someone else. And it melts my cold heart. This time it shatters the ice holding it together until there is nothing left.
I sit up abruptly, not believing what I’m doing.
“Conti?” Gia sits up slowly, feeling the coldness in the room. The chill that won’t go away until I start talking.
I feel tears burning my eyes. Tears I haven’t cried in almost five years.
“I should have saved you.”
Gia shivers as she wraps the ripped dress around her body.
“You did save me.”